One of the reasons I love homeschooling is the ability to have the kids spend time with their great-grandparents (I am an oldest child of an oldest child of an oldest child–until recently MY great grandfather was still alive) and grandparents. Once a week we travel 45 minutes south-east to visit my grandmother. The kids would often prefer to stay home but it is good for them, and for me, to go. She doesn’t drive much anymore, except for church each day and her only real hobby is being on the prayer chain at church. My cousins and brothers see her even less often, they are all in school except my brother in Florida. Grandma and I don’t have much in common–she usually talks about my aunts (her sisters) and my mom and uncle or what they are doing at church. She is a talker though and I seldom have to try to make conversation–she just wants someone to listen. (Although today she talked about how expensive it was to buy prayers at church and how excited she was that some group had just sent her a plaque that promised that they would pray for her daily the rest of her life and, I am afraid to say, I laughed out loud, by mistake mind you. I was so shocked that someone would be required to PAY for prayer. I had forgotten that one and gently explained that she was prayed for without money and that it should not cost money to be prayed for. Sigh.)
When we visited this afternoon we did so with one eye on the weather–she is 45 minutes south and the weather there is always a little better than here. The sky was nearly black to one side on the way down, and once there I kept my eye on the windows while she kept checking the weather channel (which is useless may I say–I am used to checking the weather on my computer and being able to see in an instant whether there is something coming on the radar–she kept missing it on the eights and would try again, and again.) Eventually it was nearly white out and some of it was starting to stick so I said we had better go.
We left at the perfect time. By the time I got home it was starting to stick for real and you could barely see. Oh, and the temperature dropped big time. Brrr. Now I sit here in sweat pants, several shirts, a fleece shawl, and fingerless gloves trying to keep warm while doing some website work (three at once–I love how God works.). The kids are all cuddled under blankets watching a movie we froze our fingers off trying to get at Redbox outside the grocery store on the way home.
Would you believe it was sunny and clear when we left?
And, while I was writing that we got more– Check it out!